Third Person pov:
"Unlike other kids, we don't get to choose who we want to be or what we want to do for a living." Jace let out a slow, heavy breath, offering her a faint, sad smile. "My dad does all the choosing for us."
"That's awful." Isabella stepped closer to him, her heart aching a bit at his expression. "But he knows you're an artist, right? He supports that?"
"No," Jace whispered, looking down. "That's why I have to keep this place a secret. I need to hide it for as long as I can, at least until I figure out my next move."
Isabella stood right beside him. Wanting to comfort him, she gently stroked his hair. The small gesture seemed to break something in him. Jace leaned in close, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as he rested his head against her.
The sudden warmth c
